Helping the Wives Unwind (FFF/MM) ft. guardian741

[Boundhisattva90]

What you’re about to read is a collaborative story attempt between guardian741 and me.

Somewhere in the middle of our chats, we thought it’d be fun to put together a non-canon crossover story featuring his characters and mine, just for laughs.
I’d write a part, he’d continue it, and we went back and forth like that.

The version you're about to read is actually our third try at the idea, and we decided to publish it.
I’m truly honored to share this story and this space with guardian741. He’s one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to my work.

It’s a bit of a long one, and there are a few little continuity hiccups here and there—just roll with it, haha.

Without further delay, here’s the story! We hope you enjoy the ride.


Helping the Wives Unwind or The Wives Unwind (With A Little Help from Their Hubbies)

Part 1
by Boundhisattva90

"Did you hear about Lori? She got back with the guy with the snake tattoo!"

"No way! That jerk?! Wasn’t he messing around with her friend?"

"And her sister too..."

"You’re kidding me! Spill everything!"

The sisters, Karla and Kelly were having a lovely evening together, gossiping like teenage girls while sipping wine. The TV murmured in the background, but neither of them paid it any mind as they lounged on the couch.

Kelly, in her usual gym look—gray leggings and a snug sports bra—had her blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail. She made no effort to hide the results of her hard work at the gym. Karla, on the other hand, had just come from a long day at court. Still dressed in a white button-up and a pencil skirt, her elegant minimalist makeup was only slightly smudged from the hours. But now that she was home, she was finally starting to unwind.

On the floor, beneath them, lay Matt—Karla’s husband—serving as a footrest. He was tightly hogtied with neat ropework.
Kelly, true to form, had gone all-in once again—she had a talent for putting too much effort into the most unexpected or ridiculous things.
Bondage, and teasing her brother-in-law, were two of her favorites.

Apparently, when Kelly arrived at the couple’s house, she had managed to stir up a playful little incident with Matt—one that gave her the perfect excuse to tie him up again. Two hours into his “captivity,” the poor man was still struggling against the ropes, thoroughly exasperated by his bratty sister-in-law. Again.

First Kelly had gagged him with her sweaty gym socks, fresh off her feet. But when Karla got home, she swapped that out for her own pantyhose. Neither gag was pleasant; Matt hated Kelly’s socks more for the taste, but Karla’s hosiery filled his mouth so completely it left his jaw aching. Truly a lose-lose situation.

Now, in the present, Matt squirmed again in frustration. Kelly’s feet were casually resting on his face, forcing him to breathe in every bit of her post-workout scent. Karla’s feet, by contrast, were propped comfortably on his stomach.

Annoyed by the rough treatment and humiliation, Matt let out a muffled groan, clearly demanding to be released.

“Is it just me, or did our footstool get a little noisy?” Kelly quipped with a smirk.
Karla gently pressed her foot down (on his crotch) not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make a point.
Matt got the message. He quieted down and resumed his role as the perfect footstool.

“Wow, he settled down quick! How’d you do that?” Kelly teased, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, I just turned down the volume,” Karla replied as she grabbed the remote and raised the actual volume of the TV by three.
Both women burst into laughter at the dumb joke, sipping their wine with delight.

Part 2
by guardian741

Another 45 minutes went by with the women enjoying watching tv and gabbing about whatever came to their mind as they sipped their wine. Karla continued to rest her feet on Matt’s stomach, now under his shirt “because they were cold”. Kelly continued to enjoy resting her bare feet on Matt’s face and listening to his involuntary groans of frustration as he inhaled her feet. In addition to her workout, she had woken up late and didnt have a chance to shower today, she grinned down at Matt as she kept that detail to herself.

Matt continued to groan into his packed-pantyhose gag as Kelly mockingly wiggled her toes over his nose.

“Quiet down” Karla said as she nudged the bound man with her foot, then returned it to his stomach.

“Yeah,” chimed-in Kelly, “or we’ll stuff our panties in your mouth!” Kelly laughed at the idea while the man sighed in frustration. He was annoyed with Kelly - her voice, her humiliating ideas, her boring chatter…. And having to endure all that from under her stinky feet made the experience extra annoying.

When Kelly got up to go to the bathroom, Karla slid down with a mischievous grin.

“How’s it going, sweetie?” She asked tauntingly as she looked down at him, resting her tilted head in her hand.

“MMMRMPGH, FMMMH, GGRRMM!” Matt protested into his gag - complaining about both the taste of the pantyhose and the unpleasantness of Kelly’s feet.

“Awww, thats true, you havent gotten much time with MY feet, have you?” Karla asked mockingly.

“MMMMPH MMM GRGMMMGMH!” Matt shouted as he shook his head, not liking where this was going.

Karla quickly brought both bare feet to his face and slowly - tauntingly - began rubbing them back and forth in his face.

“UUUGGHHMMM”

“There you go, honey. Smell my feet”

Matt groaned and attempted to free his face from her soles, but she diligently followed his face with her feet. He groaned as he was forced to take in the unpleasant smell. Frankly, her feet werent AS bad as Kelly’s… but it was still humiliating… and still didnt smell like roses.

After another few minutes of Karla wiggling her toes over Matt’s nose and asking how her feet smelled, Kelly returned and demanded her spot back - to which Karla complied.

“Ahhh, thats better” Kelly said as she returned her feet back to Matt’s face, cradling her toes over his nose”.

“Gggmmm!” Matt groaned as he was reminded of Kelly’s stink… he oddly longed for his wife’s feet back in his face by comparison. After another few minutes, Karla’s phone rang. She started making her way to another room as she went to answer it.

“Hey ‘Mon, whats up?” Karla asked as she walked down the hall.

“Just you and me now…” Kelly said deviously to Matt as she pinched his nose shut with her toes for a few seconds, laughing hysterically when she released and he was forced to take a deep inhale through her toes.

“Ya know, with Karla gone, i think i’ll give you an opportunity to fix this smelly feet probably you keep complaining about” Kelly said with a grin.

Matt glared an her from under her toes.

“I think its about time you cleaned my toes, dont you?!” Kelly asked, suppressing a laugh.

“MMMPH MMMPH!” Matt shook his head. He was horrified at the thought of Kelly’s foot entering his mouth. Normally Karla “protected” him from such deviousness from Kelly… but with her distracted, he worried that Kelly is “off leash”.

“It wont be so bad…” Kelly taunted as she rubbed her toes slowly over Matt’s taped mouth. “Not that you have a say in the matter!” Kelly laughed.

Matt groaned, suddenly wishing he wouldn’t be separated from his pantyhose gag….

Part 3
by Boundhisattva90

"Hold on, Mon, I can’t hear you," Karla said into her phone as she stepped into another room, leaving her sister alone with Matt.

Kelly, with her usual mischievous grin—one more fitting of a spoiled brat than a fully functioning adult—leaned forward slightly on the couch. Still seated, she reached out and grabbed the strip of tape across Matt’s mouth. With a deliberate tug, she peeled it off. Not rough enough to rip skin, but far from gentle.

Matt winced and groaned in pain, then he spat out the disgusting stuffing gagging his mouth. It took a few moments—the wad had been big.

“Ugh! KELLY, WHAT THE FUC—”
His protest died the moment he saw her foot approaching his face. He clamped his mouth shut, eyes locked in horror on the grimy sole, jerking his head away in desperation.

Kelly didn’t actually push her foot into his mouth—yet. She was just teasing him, waving it near his face, amused by how he jerked and twisted, his head dancing in sync with her playful foot feints. She giggled at the pathetic scene.

"What's got you so scared, tough boy?" she teased with a mocking bark.

Matt, in a last-ditch effort, opened his mouth to call for help—big mistake.

“KARL—GHPPHHMMM—!”

The moment his lips parted, Kelly’s toes slid right in. The taste, much like the smell, was salty and foul. Her toes began to toy with his tongue, and despite Matt’s frantic attempts to pull away, he couldn’t escape—his strict bondage left him entirely at her mercy.

Before long, her toes gave way to something worse: a sizable portion of her foot, now stuffed into her brother-in-law’s mouth. Kelly leaned back on the couch, pretending to relax, clearly enjoying herself.

"Oh, I don’t mind if you suck on it, y’know..."

"GPPphmmm..." Matt groaned, shaking his head.

"Idiot. This is what you get for trying to play smart with me. I bet you can't wait to tell your wife I ‘exaggerated’ a little to get you tied up and teach you a lesson. Too bad your mouth's a bit... occupied now."
As she spoke, her other foot came down on Matt’s forehead, pinning his face to the floor with just enough pressure to stop him from squirming.

"Besides, your dear wife’s expecting a nice tongue massage on her tired feet later... You’re not planning on disappointing her, are you?"

“GPGHHHPMM....” Matt moaned helplessly.

“Heh... Bitch,” Kelly just laughed.

In the other room, unaware of the scene unfolding just a few feet away, Karla was focused on her call.

“Okay, Mon, can you hear me now?”

“Oh yes, I can hear you, Karly.”

“What’s up? How are you?”

“Exhausted!” Monica replied, her voice dragging with fatigue. “I’m calling you from work. They’ve got me trapped here. Everyone’s completely useless!”

Karla winced in sympathy. She’d had a long day herself, but from the sound of it, Monica’s was far from over.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry. That sounds brutal…”

“It is! I mean, I wanted to conquer the world, right? But God, it’s exhausting! Honestly, we should be at home relaxing while our men go out and earn the bread. Who was the genius feminist who said we needed careers?” Monica joked.

Karla chuckled.
“I know, right? She really did us dirty.”

Monica, always immaculately dressed, was lounging in a chair during her break between meetings. She wore a crisp white ruffled blouse tucked into slim black trousers, polished black loafers, and dark socks. Her elegant style clashed amusingly with how defeated she sounded.

Karla, meanwhile, leaned back in a chair, phone pressed to her ear… when suddenly—
“KARL—!”

Matt’s muffled voice echoed from the other room, just before being silenced. Even Monica heard it clearly.

“What the hell was that?” Monica asked, puzzled. “It sounded like a circus over there when you picked up, too.”

“Oh… that’s just Matt,” Karla said casually. “He’s tied up.”

“Oh my God—am I interrupting something private?” Monica asked, suddenly mortified.

“Nah, it’s fine. My sister’s here. It’s sort of a... family gathering.”
Karla shrugged, unfazed.

"Oookay... sure... 'family gathering'..." Mónica replied, her voice filled with confused suspicion. Clearly lacking context, she decided not to probe too deeply into whatever strange dynamics Karla’s family had.

"But anyway, that’s not even why I called!" Mónica suddenly said, getting back on track.
"Turns out I promised my hubby I’d be home tonight so we could have a nice evening together—but this meeting’s dragging on forever. And by the time I’m out, I’ll be way too tired and late for any of the plans we had."

"Mhm," Karla nodded, listening closely.

"I feel bad! I hate disappointing him… but I also really don’t want him bringing it up later, like I ‘wasted the night’ or something. I mean, if one of his buddies invited him out for beers or something, he’d perk right up and go, no complaints! That was the plan… until you told me you’ve got Matt all tied up."
Mónica’s voice dipped into slight frustration.

"Hey, hey, hold on—don’t get all mopey just yet," Karla said with a playful tone. "I think I see a way to save the evening."

"Oh yeah?" Mónica asked, unconvinced.

Karla gave a sly little laugh.
"Let’s just say… I might be able to convince Matt to get your man to come over here."

"Didn’t you just say he was tied up?" Mónica asked, incredulous.

"Hehe… trust me," Karla smirked. "Picture this: after the day you’ve had, wouldn’t it be amazing to get a nice foot massage… with your husband's tongue?"

"Pfft..." Mónica let out a weak chuckle. "Karly… what are you planning now?"

"Oh come on, everybody wins!" Karla teased. "Your hubby hangs out here with Matt till you’re done… and when you're free, you swing by and just relax. After a day like today, wouldn’t it be perfect to kick your feet up and use him as a footstool?" Her voice practically purred with mischief.

"Uuugh, that sounds perfect... I’ve actually been meaning to tie him up one of these days, but I’ve been getting home too late and too drained to do anything."

"Don’t worry about that, girl. By the time you get here, he’ll be nice and ready for you."

"Jeez, Karla—you’re evil!"

"Hey, I don’t hear you complaining. You’re the one who called asking how to make your man’s night better..."

"Haha, I swear that wasn’t my intention when I dialed! I genuinely wanted him to enjoy himself since I let him down… but now that you put it like that..."
They both laughed.

"Alright then. I have no idea how you’re gonna convince him, but I’m trusting you. Take good care of him—remember, that’s my man you’re playing with. "

"Relax. He’s in excellent hands."

"Shit—gotta go! My meeting just started!"

"You got this, chica! Good luck!"

Meanwhile, back with Kelly and Matt...
Her foot had never left his mouth—not for a second. In fact, she was trying to shove more of it in, all while exaggerating her moans of satisfaction.

"Ooooh, such a shame I have to leave soon... I’d love to spend the whole night right here."

"Ggppppmmmph..." Matt whimpered helplessly.

From the hallway came the sound of Karla wrapping up her call and stepping out of the other room.

"Shit," Kelly muttered.

She quickly pulled her foot from Matt’s mouth—brief relief for him—but it didn’t last. In one swift motion, Kelly crouched down and snatched up Karla’s worn pantyhose from the floor. Before Matt could react, she pried open his jaw and stuffed the pungent garment inside with zero ceremony.

With the same speed, she grabbed the roll of duct tape and clumsily but effectively sealed his mouth shut again.

"MPGGMPPHHHHMMM!!!" Matt screamed into the gag, panicked and furious.

Karla walked in just in time to see Kelly pressing the tape down on his lips.

"What’s going on here?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Uh... this is... just... Matty said he was thirsty! So I, um, gave him some water. But don’t worry, I already re-gagged him!" Kelly said, clearly improvising and doing a terrible job of it.

Matt thrashed in protest, his bound limbs pulling against the ropes in vain.

Karla glanced at her sister, then at her husband. She knew Kelly. She knew when she was lying. But right now, her mind was elsewhere—on her little plan. So she waved the matter off.

"Sure... right," she said dismissively, walking over to the coffee table where Matt’s phone lay.

"Mphmphmm!!" Matt let out another muffled protest as Karla picked it up confidently.

"Oh shut up, crybaby." Karla plopped down in Kelly’s old spot on the couch, right in front of Matt’s face. She didn’t press her feet on him—yet.

"I’m not here to snoop through your private stuff. I already know the kind of trash you post on those pervy forums."

She unlocked the phone with his password, opened his messaging app, and started scrolling.
Kelly leaned in, intrigued.

Karla found Max’s chat and typed out a casual message, pretending to be Matt:

"Hey bro, what’s up?"

A few seconds later, Max replied:
"Nothing, bored at home. What about you?"

A wicked smile curled on Karla’s lips.

"Who’s that?" Kelly asked playfully. "You cheating on Matt already?"

"MMMPHHHMMMMMGHMMM!" Matt’s muffled voice roared in protest thrashing wildly.

"Don’t be stupid," Karla said flatly, eyes still locked on the screen.
"And don’t leave just yet—I’ve got a job for you before you go."

"What kind of job?" Kelly asked, curious now.

Karla didn’t answer right away. She was focused on scrolling through the chat. Her face twitched slightly when she reached some of the messages—Matt and Max sharing sexy videos of cosplayers and dancers, like horny teenagers.

With a quiet sigh, she locked the phone and, almost without thinking, placed both feet firmly on Matt’s face.

"MPHH!!" Matt protested, shaking his head beneath the soles.

The sight of those shameless videos had numbed any guilt Karla might’ve felt. If anything, it made her enjoy the punishment more.

She dug her heels gently into his cheeks and gave a satisfied exhale.

"Mmm, how’s the smell, baby?" she teased, grinding her soles in slow circles on his face.

Right then, the phone buzzed in her hand. A new message from Max popped up:
"OK bro, I’m heading over. Don’t back out on paying."

A low, devilish laugh escaped Karla as she rubbed her feet harder into Matt’s face.
Her plan was now officially in motion.

Part 4
by guardian741

Over the next 20 minutes, the women chatted with each other, reviewing the plan: they were gonna get Max to come inside, then overpower him and hogtie him… simple enough.

Matt listened helplessly to the plan as Karla wiggled her toes over his nose. He felt bad that his friend was about to get ambushed. He wished he could warn him off somehow… but given that he couldnt even escape Karla’s toes playing over his face, he didnt have much hope of helping his friend.

Kelly went and collected a fresh roll of duct tape from the closet. She returned to the living room and poked Matt’s face with her foot.

“How’s that gag tasting?” Kelly asked with a grin and a wink.

Matt groaned as he glared at her from under Karla’s toes and tried to answer “awful”. He full-well knew she wasnt talking about the soggy pantyhose… she was referring to the lingering taste in his mouth after having her foot shoved in it for 10 minutes. The bitter taste served as a reminder of the horrible experience.

Soon after, the door bell rang. Karla got up to answer the door. Matt was glad for the break and breaths of fresh air - his only regret was that his friend was going to pay the price.

Karla opened the door and greeted Max,
“Heeeeey! Good to see you!” Karla said to Max as she gave him a hug. “How have you been?!”

Matt rolled his eyes as he was forced to listen to his wife half-flirt with his friend. He attempted to call out through his gag, but Kelly was quick to recognize it and clamped her bare foot firmly over his mouth. Matt groaned as he was forced to get a whiff of Kelly’s feet.

“Shhhh, its quiet time” Kelly said condescendingly as she pressed a finger to her lips, as if shushing a child.

“Doing well!” Max replied, “Monica’s been working crazy hours, which has led to some long nights. Wish there was something i could do for her”

“Thats so sweet of you!” Karla said as she squeezed his arm.

Matt rolled his eyes and groaned into Kelly’s foot.

“Actually, i was thinking there IS something you could help her with, come on in!” Karla said as she welcome Max into the house and closed the door behind him.

They walked into the living room and quickly saw Matt hogtied and gagged - and now alone - in front of the couch.

“MMMMMPH!"

Max’s face was a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Really bro? You let them get you again?” Max asked with a grin.

He turned towards Karla,
“Are you guys going to let him go for our hangout now? And what did you need my help with for Monica?”

“Well,” Karla started, “Monica would love for you to be her footstool tonight” Karla said bluntly.

Max’s eyes widened after a second of realization and he attempted to make his way to the door… but Karla was quicker. She used her weight - and surprise - to tackle Max onto the couch and began pulling his hands behind him. Kelly emerged from her hiding place behind the couch and began wrapping his wrists in duct tape. The women ignored Max’s protests - as well as Matt’s gagged protests - as they methodically taped Max up.

Matt watched as his friend got man-handled and tied up - the women pulling his bound feet to his hands and began wrapping duct tape between the two things - hogtaping him. Matt couldnt help but be impressed by the efficiency of the women - the whole ordeal taking less than 5 minutes. He just wished he wasnt a victim of it.

The women lowered Max onto the floor, opposite of Matt and facing him. Max saw a pair of red-painted toe nailed feet plant on the floor on either side of his face as Kelly sat on his back. She brought her face down to Max’s level and looked at him.

“Hi! Im Kelly - Karla’s sister!” Kelly announced gleefully.

Max began to protest.

“What the HE-LMMMGPH MMMMMPPH!”

“And these are my socks!” Kelly announced as she crammed a pair of her black ankle socks - retrieved from her gym bag - into his protesting mouth.

Karla laughed at her sister’s impish glee as she poked her socks fully into Max’s mouth. Kelly clamped her hand over his mouth as she got the duct tape started with the other hand. Max struggled and protested as the foul taste flooded his mouth - his struggles futile as Kelly’s weight pinned him to the floor. He’s been gagged by some unpleasant footwear by Monica… his current gag reminded him of some of the worst times.

Kelly plastered the tape over his mouth and wrapped it over his head a few times.

“There, that should keep you nice and quiet until Monica gets out of work” Kelly said as She mockingly patted his stuffed cheeks.

Kelly got off of Max’s back and the two women chatted with each other - talking about how well they worked together, how fun it was to have TWO guys tied up, etc.

The two men lay helplessly on the floor as they mmmphed at each other.

Max glared at Matt and mmmph’d into his gag, seemingly blaming him for the position they were in.

Matt mustered the best “im sorry” look he could with his eyes. Matt did empathize with Max - having just been gagged with a pair of Kellys socks a few hours ago, he knew Max was probably not having a fun time.

The two women sat on the couch and rested their feet on their human footstools - Kelly’s feet on Max’s back, Karla’s feet returning to her favorite spot: Matt’s face. Matt groaned as he got another whiff of his wife’s feet - he made a note to himself: buy her some new heels.

“Thanks for being a good sport Max,” Karla said as she casually rubbed her feet in Matt’s face.

“Monica told me about her long days at the office and i thought having you available as a foot stool and foot cleaner would cheer her up”

“Mmmmggrgmmph” Max complained into his gag - both at his current predicament of enduring Kelly’s nasty socks, and at his future prospect of having to taste his wife’s feet after a long day.

“Do you have to leave, Kel?” Karla asked her sister.

“Meh, i can stay a little longer, make sure the boys dont get lonely. Would you like that, Max?”

Kelly punctuated her question by nudging Max’s face a few times with her bare foot. Max grunted loudly into his gag as he was forced to get a whiff of Kelly’s post gym feet.

“Max says Yes” Kelly joked.

The women laugh at the corny joke.

“LMM MMMG GMMMPH!” Max continued to protest.

Kelly moved one foot to his face and cupped her toes over his nose - forcing him to get deep whiffs of her feet”

“MMMMRGGPH!” Max protested

“Shhhh… quiet down” Kelly half-heartedly chastised Max as she watched tv and wiggled her toes.

After a few more seconds of breathing through Kelly’s toes, Max stopped complaining into his gag, hoping she would move her foot. To his relief, she freed his nose and returned her foot to his back. Max greedily took breaths of fresh air through his nose. His gag was still unpleasant, but he didnt dare make more complaints - for fear of Kelly’s foot returning to his face.

Matt watched his friend being tormented by his sister-in-law… well, as best he could from under Karla’s feet.

Karla stopped her torture for a moment to bend down and whisper to Matt so that only the two of them could hear.

“Sorry i tricked your friend, baby. Maybe later i’ll make it up to you” Karla whispered seductively as she nibbled on Matt’s earlobe.

Matt shuddered with anticipation, momentarily unbothered by his current situation.

“But full disclosure,” Karla continued whispering, “my feet will have been in your mouth ALOT before we get there!”

Karla laughed and reclined back on the couch, returning her stinky feet to her husband’s face. Matt groaned and lightly struggled as he processed mix of emotion: anticipation of his wife’s “reward”, disgust at the smell of her feet in his nose, arousal from his wife’s gentle teasing, and loathing at the thought of having to suck on his wife’s sweaty foot.

“Monica doesnt get home for at least another hour or two, boys. I would get comfortable” Karla announced as the women relaxed and watched tv as their footstools groaned into their gags.

Part 5
by Boundhisattva90

The next hour dragged on slowly and torturously for both men. Max was still trying to make sense of it all—he’d just been invited out for some free drinks, and now here he was, hogtaped and acting as a footstool for a girl he didn’t even know!

Unbeknownst to him, he had been tricked over the phone by Karla. While he was casually texting with "Matt," the real Matt was already tied up on the floor, lying beneath a pair of sweaty feet.

Kelly, to her credit, behaved "decently" with the guest. She didn’t smother Max’s face with her feet—at least not too much. She mostly rested her soles on his back and, on occasion, brought a foot near his nose just to see his reaction, always accompanied by a mocking comment. Max silently appreciated that—Kelly’s feet stank.
He reluctantly tasted the putrid pair of gym socks, which made him gag. He had no interest in smelling the source

It seemed she saved her most teasing, degrading treatment exclusively for Matt, whom she claimed had a face that "just begged to be tied up and messed with."

Now, Kelly wasn’t exactly Max’s type, but he couldn’t deny she was attractive—especially physically. That initial spark, however, fizzled quickly the moment he realized she’d shoved her socks into his mouth while throwing out her usual annoying comments. From then on, every time he heard her shrill voice making another dumb remark, he just rolled his eyes in silent agony.

Out of sheer frustration, Max tried tugging at his bonds a few times. The tape hogtie was uncomfortable, sure, but he'd been restrained in worse ways before—Mónica, after all, still held the crown for most skillful ropework among the three women on his personal ranking.

“I didn’t know you had such a handsome friend, Matt!" Kelly teased. "And such a comfy footstool too! If i’d known, maybe we wouldn’t have to tie you up so often!”

Matt, on the other hand, wasn’t faring any better—probably worse. After seeing her plan succeed perfectly, Karla was feeling smug. She figured she deserved to be worshipped a little after pulling it off, so she didn’t hesitate to rest her feet right on her husband’s face, gently massaging his nose with her toes.

“Come on, give your wife’s feet a good sniff!” she cooed.

Karla felt like an evil genius. Her reward came in the form of Matt’s muffled sounds and quiet groans as she humiliated him with her soles. She especially loved the tickling sensation of his breath against her foot.She took her time savoring the moment while chatting casually with her sister, not sparing a single thought for the two bound men groaning on the floor beneath them.

After that long, torturous hour, a knock came at the door.

“That must be her,” Karla said, standing up to greet Mónica, granting Matt his first moment of relief in what felt like ages.

Kelly casually lifted her feet off Max’s back and shifted her position on the couch. “Looks like your wife’s here. What a shame, lover boy—guess our time is up,” she teased, blowing him a mocking kiss.

Max groaned through his gag and made a disgusted face.

Matt's brief reprieve didn’t last, of course—Kelly wasted no time and planted her feet squarely on her brother-in-law’s face again.

“GMMMMPPPHM!!”

Kelly burst out laughing. “God, this is so fun!”

Meanwhile, Karla opened the door and greeted Mónica with a warm hug.

"Mónica! You made it! So glad to see you, girl!"

"Hey, Karly! I’m here!" Mónica beamed.
"How’d it go? Did it work out?"

"Yup, come in—he’s dying to see you."

Mónica stepped inside, only to be greeted by the sight of her husband hogtied with tape on the floor. The sheer absurdity and erotic humiliation of the scene seemed to melt away all the week’s stress from her body in an instant.

“Well hello, darling,” she said, with a wicked grin.

“MPHMPHMM!?!” Max groaned in disbelief, recognizing his wife.

Monica walked over to her husband, dropped her purse onto the couch, and crouched down to his level. She gently ran her fingers through his hair as Max looked up at her with his best pleading eyes.

“Aww… and how did you behave with Auntie Karla, hmm? Were you a good boy?” she asked in a mock-sweet tone. “I doubt it—otherwise she wouldn’t have tied you up like this, huh? Haha!”

She laughed at her own joke. Max did not find it funny.

Still distracted by teasing and mocking her poor husband, Mónica finally turned her attention to Matt with a casual, almost dismissive nod.
“Hey, Matt,” she greeted, as if his being tied up with a woman’s feet planted on his face was just his normal state of existence.

“Hi! I’m Kelly! Karla’s sister!” chirped the blonde cheerfully, never once removing her feet from Matt’s face as she introduced herself.

“Oh… Mónica, nice to meet you,” she replied.

“I helped tie up Max!” Kelly added proudly.

“Oh… did you?... Uh... Thanks?” Mónica said, clearly overwhelmed by Kelly’s unfiltered energy.

“Alright girl, make yourself comfy,” Kelly grinned, patting the sofa invitingly. “You must be dying to relax after a day like today.”

“You’re telling me!” Mónica sighed as she dropped heavily onto the plush couch and immediately kicked off her loafers with a satisfied grunt.

Without wasting even a second, she casually lifted her socked feet and placed them right on Max’s face.

“Mphmphmm!!” Max groaned angrily into his gag, tugging at the tape with renewed frustration.

The smell hit him instantly—warm, stale, and musty. The kind of suffocating odor that came from sweat earned from hours of confinement inside a pair of leather loafers during a long hot day at the office. It was a different kind of torment than when she returned from a run… but no less unbearable.

“Sorry, honeybuns,” Mónica cooed with a smirk. “It was such a long day…”

She wiggled her toes against his face, clearly enjoying the moment, while Max groaned into the gag.

“Want a glass of wine?” Karla offered.

“That would be amazing,” Mónica replied as she began to rise from the couch.

“No, girl, relax. You stay right there—you’ve had a long day,” Karla insisted with a teasing smile. “Besides, I bet Max would miss you if you took your feet off his face.”

“You’re right,” Mónica laughed. “Thanks, Karly!”

She leaned back and made herself even more comfortable, while Max cursed them both silently beneath his breath.

Karla soon returned with three glasses of wine, and the women clinked their glasses with delight, sipping and chatting casually. The entire time, Mónica’s socked feet remained firmly planted on Max’s face, occasionally wiggling or playfully rubbing against him as if it were her personal form of stress relief.

Kelly, still lounging comfortably, didn’t give up her prized spot either—her feet remained glued to Matt’s face
Karla sat beside her, sipping wine and joining the conversation while casually teasing her husband.

She let her bare feet wander along Matt’s lap, slowly and deliberately brushing over his groin in a mocking rhythm. She knew how the promise of a “reward” later had left him and she savored every second of making him squirm. Of course, any trace of arousal Matt might have felt was quickly extinguished by the constant presence of Kelly’s feet mashed into his face.

“Well, I should get going, girls!” Kelly suddenly announced, rising from the couch. “I stayed longer than I planned, and I’d hate to be a third wheel for the happy couples!”

She hugged her sister tightly, both of them giggling like mischievous schoolgirls who had just pulled off a flawless prank. The success of their little “kidnapping mission” had clearly brought them closer than ever.

Kelly also gave Mónica a playful wave. “See you around! Take good care of him—or I might just steal him!”

“Oh... good luck with that? Haha...” Mónica replied.

And, of course, Kelly didn’t leave without saying “goodbye” to the boys too.
She gave each of their faces one last slow massage with her foot, pressing down just a little longer than necessary. That was her farewell kiss.

As soon as Kelly left, Mónica chuckled and said, “Wow. I mean, you can tell you’re sisters, you look alike… but isn’t she a little, I don’t know—dumb and bratty compared to you? Haha!”

“Hehe… maybe just a little…” Karla laughed to herself. Many of Mónica’s snarky jokes reminded her of Kelly in a way, so hearing her call Kelly dumb struck Karla as extra funny.

“You haven’t met Claire, though. She’s the serious one—totally bitter and bossy.”

With that, Karla moved in closer and took over the vacant space Kelly had left behind. Her feet promptly found their way back onto Matt’s face as she joined Mónica on the couch.

“And that one’s Claire,” Karla added, handing her phone to Mónica with a photo pulled up.

“Oh yeah… she definitely has that strict, scolding aura!” Mónica replied, nodding as she studied the image.

Before they realized it, another half hour had slipped by. Karla was happily showing Mónica pictures of her family—shots of the three sisters, vacation trips, old stories—stuff only two relaxed, wine-sipping women could find interesting.

At one point, “by accident,” Karla swiped past a certain blackmail-worthy photo: the three sisters grinning above poor Matt, hogtied on the floor.

“Oh my god! Claire too?” Mónica asked, genuinely surprised.

“Hehe… what can I say,” Karla smirked. “We really enjoy tying Matt up…”

Max, still trapped beneath Mónica’s socked feet, overheard everything. He had no idea his friend had been the target of all three sisters’ games. Max actually pitied Matt… and certainly didn’t envy him.

“Here we are on vacation—all three of us with our husbands,” Karla said, swiping to another photo.

“Aww, yeah… that looks lovely. Wait, why isn’t Matt in this one?” Mónica asked curiously.

“Oh… I think he was sick and skipped dinner that night…” Karla replied casually—though as she spoke, she shot her husband a cheeky wink.

Both of them remembered exactly why Matt hadn’t joined that night. He’d been such a pain during the trip that the sisters locked him in the room, taped up and gagged. Just thinking about how they’d spent that night together sent a little thrill through Karla, who now began rubbing her feet against Matt’s face with renewed enthusiasm.

After a few more minutes, Mónica finally leaned down and began slowly peeling the tape off Max’s lips. As soon as it was free, he immediately spat out Kelly’s socks, which had been tormenting him for far too long.

“Oh right… Kelly forgot her socks, hehe,” Karla noted with a mischievous grin.

“Is that so? I’m out working my butt off, and you’re sucking on another woman’s socks? So this is what it feels like to be cheated on” Mónica teased.

“Ugh! That was disgusting!” Max spat, still grimacing.
“So… you don’t have time for our plans, but you do have time for this?!” he snapped in frustration.

“Oh… sweetheart, I…” Mónica started, her expression turning genuinely hurt.

“Hey, Romeo, don’t take it out on her—it was my idea,” Karla cut in, coming to her friend’s defense. “She told me how stressed and exhausted she was from work, so I orchestrated all this to help her unwind.”

Karla crouched beside Max, looking down at him with playful defiance. “Didn’t you say she never stops working? So instead of whining, maybe you could help her relax, hmm?”

Before Max could retort, a new bundle of socks—the ones Mónica had worn all day—was shoved right into his open mouth. He grunted in protest just as Mónica wrapped fresh tape around his lips with practiced ease. As she finished sealing his gag, she flashed Karla a grateful smile, silently thanking her for the save.

Meanwhile, Max burned with frustration. Somehow he was now the bad guy—just for complaining after being tied up, used as footstool and gagged with sweaty socks.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!” Karla chirped. “Let’s order some delivery. It’s on the house—and when I say ‘the house,’ I mean Matt’s credit card.”

“GPGMPGM?!!!” Matt groaned furiously from his restraints, making the women burst into laughter.

A few minutes later, the food had been ordered.

“It’ll be here in about forty minutes…”

Then Mónica leaned in and whispered something into Karla’s ear.

“I hope you boys are hungry too…” Karla purred. “Because we think it’s finally time you started sucking our feet.”

Both men’s eyes went wide in shock. They thrashed and whined through their bonds, ironically, they now wished their gags would stay firmly in place.

Part 6
by guardian741

The two men groaned as they served as unwilling foot stools for the two gossiping women. Matt groaned out of annoyance, still tolerating Karla’s feet mindlessly rubbing in his face. His pantyhose gag had lost most of its flavor, but he was still annoyed with the humiliation of STILL being gagged with them.

Max groaned out of active torment; The fresh pair of socks in his mouth - straight from Monica’s feet after a long day in loafers - assaulted his tongue with the familiarly torturous salty and bitter taste. Max glared at his grinning wife, whom casually looked down at her protesting footstool and mockingly wiggled her fingers at him - as if to say “hi” in a flirty manner - as her toes followed his nose. Monica also groaned - but in delight as she enjoyed the cool air moving between her toes.

Karla excused herself to refill the girls’ wine glasses. Monica grinned down at Matt.

“Well hello there, Matt. I havent seen you since our last… ehm… meeting” Monica teased.

Matt recalled their last meeting where Monica and Karla - proving SOME point he didnt fully understand- “traded” husbands for an hour, leading Matt to suffer under Monica’s feet. Truly humiliating.

Matt’s daydream (or… day nightmare?) was interrupted abruptly as Monica’s bare foot pressed into his face.

“MRRRPGHH!” Matt groaned in shock. He had a renewed sympathy for Max’s current torment - Monica’s feet were certainly not pleasant after the long workday.

Monica giggled as Matt protested into his gag, but she didnt let up on brushing the tip of his nose with her big toe.

“Thanks for paying for dinner by the way!” Monica said cheerily, “i hope it wasnt too big a deal that we had TWO places deliver - i couldnt make up my mind between Pasta or Tacos!”

Matt groaned angrily as he was forced to inhale the unpleasant scent of the third pair of feet to roam his face today. He bitterly inhaled her stinky feet while forced to stare at the sole rubbing his face - belonging to the woman that convinced Karla to charge easily $100 to his credit card.

After a few more seconds, Monica removed her foot from Matt’s face - giving him a break - and returned it to her husband’s face. She pressed her toes over Max’s nose and looked at him sweetly.

“Sniff, baby” Monica said, voice full of honey.

Max glared at her in stubborn defiance.

Monica smiled even wider, energized by her husband’s challenge. She pressed her other foot firmly against his private area., The pressure made Max’s eyes widen and submit quickly - taking a deep, unpleasant, whiff of Monica’s toes.

“Smells good, doesnt it?” Monica devilishly challenged back.

“Mmmm hmmm” Max nodded wearily.

“Good boy” Monica said tauntingly as she gently tapped Max’s cheeks with her foot a few times.

Another minute later, Karla returned with topped-off glasses and the women toasted each other to “a relaxing night”.

After another 30 minutes of the women chatting and laughing - loudly enough to drown out the moans from under their feet - the doorbell rang. Food was here!

Karla jumped up excitedly.

“Our feast has arrived!” Karla called out as she made her way to the door.

“Im SO looking forward to it!” Monica said gleefully. “Bet you boys are too!” She added cheekily as rubbed her toe over Max’s taped mouth. Both men groaned.

“Heeyyyyy, thank you so much” Karla said to the delivery driver - she could be heard by everyone down the hall.

“Is this your biggest order tonight? I SWEAR this isnt all for me! Haha!”

Matt rolled his eyes as Karla half-flirted with the delivery driver… he knew she was doing it just to taunt his helplessness.

“MMMMMRPPH MMMMRPH!” Matt called out, half in frustration, half to call Karla’s bluff that he wouldnt.

“MMRRRPPH MRMMMmmmmm” Matt’s hollering was silenced as Monica clamped her foot over his taped mouth. Matt groaned- though you couldnt hear it - as his nose was pressed into Monica’s arch, giving him a nose full of her smelly foot.

“Shhhh” Monica hushed him, “no need to be so loud. You wouldnt want that deliver driver to see you, would you?”

Matt immediately regretted his outburst as Monica seemed content to keep her smelly foot clamped over his mouth. Max suffered a similar fate. Monica smiled as she enjoyed the power of keeping two men silent so easily.

Matt groaned as he was forced to take another breath with her nose against Monica’s foot.

Monica noticed Matt’s discomfort and winked down at him.

“Dont worry,” Monica teased, “im sure Karla will be done any time now”

Several minutes later, Karla returned with SEVERAL bags of take-out. Monica got up to help with the bags - both men greedily breathing in fresh air as her feet left their face.

The women divied out their food and returned to the couch.

Karla bent down and ripped off the tape on Matt’s mouth, pulled out the pantyhose and tossed the soaking wet ball to the side.

“Dinner time!” Karla announced playfully and she started poking her foot into Matt’s mouth. Matt attempted to shake his head and protest, but she quickly forced her foot into his mouth.

“KARLA NAUUUGH!” Matt couldnt finish as Karla’s foot quickly wiggled into his mouth - all 5 toes wiggling their way into his mouth and the beginning of the ball of her foot barely breaching his lips.

“UGGGHH” Matt groaned as the salty-bitter taste flooded his mouth. Karla grabbed at his tongue with her toes, which only contributed to the strong taste.

“Mmmm, suck on that sweetie” Karla said as she smiled down at her protesting husband.

“You too, baby” Monica said as she started unraveling the tape around Max’s mouth.

Monica whispered Max, “sorry in advance, babe. After working all day, this probably wont be pleasant… but i’ll make it up to you later tonight. This just sounds SO relaxing right now!”

Monica removed the soaked socks from Max’s mouth and positioned her foot in front of his mouth.

Unlike Matt, Max willing opened his mouth - though, somewhat reluctantly - choosing to think about his reward later… and knowing if he resisted, she would eventually get her way anyway.

… but that didnt help the taste any. As Monica taunted “open wide”, her foot entered Max’s mouth, filling it quickly. The bitter taste hit Max’s tongue instantly and he involuntarily groaned. Monica was right, this wasnt gojng to be pleasant. He kept his groaning to a minimum, but he couldnt hide his facial expeession as it twisted in revulsion.

Karla and Monica laughed as they enjoyed another victory over the boys. They took their first bites of food and exaggerated their responses.

“MMM! This is SO good!” Karla moaned as she took her first bite of high-end pasta.

“This is the best thing that’s been in my mouth all week!” Monica half-moaned as she enjoyed the rich buttery flavor.

“What about you boys,” Karla teased, “are these toes the best things thats been in YOUR mouths this week? I bet they are!”

“NNNMMM!”
“AUUGH GRMMM!”

The women laughed at the men’s clearly not-enjoying-themselves noises.

“Better get used to it, boys, your mouths will be busy for awhile!” Karla taunted as she wiggled her toes in Matt’s mouth and took another bite of pasta.

“Yeah, whole foot!” Monica added as she rubbed the full-length of her free foot down Max’s eyes and nose - as if giving him a preview of his “meal”.
“Arches AND heels! Get that tongue warmed up!” Monica added and giggled.

Matt groaned in defiance at Karla’s wide smile.
She looked down at him like a bratty teenager.

“If you dont behave yourself, you’re going to enjoy my panties for dessert the rest of the night!” Karla threatened.

Matt backed off at the threat, and accepted his fate as a foot sucker for the next while.

“Feeling relaxed, ‘Mon?” Karla asked her friend.

“Oh im, DEFINITELY starting to! Thanks so much, Karla, you’re such a great friend!” Monica said sincerely.

“and you too, baby” Monica added as she “kissed” Max’s nose with the toes of her free foot.

The women continue to chat and enjoy their expensive meal, while their husbands “enjoyed” their mouthful of toes.

Part 7
by Boundhisattva90

The two women continued their feast, lounging comfortably as they chatted or half-watched whatever was playing on the TV. Meanwhile, the two men were also, in their own miserable way, stuffing their mouths—with the sweaty feet of their wives.

The constant humiliation, the overpowering taste, the fatigue in their jaws… it was all taking a toll. But neither of them dared defy their wife by stopping. So they kept licking

“Ugh, after tonight I’m scared to think how many hours at the gym I’ll need to burn this off,” Mónica groaned, ironically shoveling another bite into her mouth.

“You’re telling me! Haha." Karla laughed. “And these two don’t even gain weight from what they eat!"

Both women burst into laughter.
The men, of course, remained silent.

Once the feast was over, the girls took some time to let the “food settle,” stretching out and lounging around in blissful laziness.

Their husbands, however, were not granted the same mercy. Even as their wives lounged, they remained on the floor, continuing to suckle sweaty toes without pause.

“You two really are best friends, huh?” Mónica teased, glancing down at the pitiful duo. “You go out drinking together, play video games together… what else? Oh right—file your taxes together—and now? You suck your wives’ feet together!”

She laughed hard, Karla joining in with a giggle-snort.
More silence from the floor.

At some point, Mónica leaned in again and whispered something to Karla.
Karla smiled, nodding.

Then, in unison, the women slowly slid their feet from their husbands’ mouths and stood up.

Max and Matt instinctively licked their lips, trying to rid themselves of the lingering salty, cheesy taste. Their jaws ached from the extended worship session, and they took this brief reprieve to exhale.

Before either man could protest, they felt their respective wives kneeling behind them, starting to undo the restraints from their hogties. Karla worked carefully on the rope knots Kelly had tied into Matt, while Mónica focused on peeling away the layers of tape wrapped around Max.

Both husbands stayed quiet, hopeful. Was this finally the end of their torment?

Once the hogties were undone each woman suddenly repositioned herself. In one swift, practiced motion, they wrapped their arms around their husbands’ torsos and lifted them upright.

Still tied, Max and Matt were hoisted into a seated position with their legs stretched straight out in front of them.
Completely thrown off, the men barely had time to process the shift before they were dragged back-to-back and firmly positioned against each other, their spines pressed together.

Matt, facing Karla, was the first to see the incoming threat.

“Karla? What the hell are you doing?!” he barked, muffled but panicked, as she tore a long strip of duct tape from the roll.

Without a word, Karla placed the tape roll against Matt’s temple, pulled a long strip tight across his face, and handed it across to Mónica. Mónica stretched the tape around Max’s head and passed it back again.

Strip by strip, the tape wrapped around their faces and heads—binding them, locking their skulls together. After about five full turns, the pressure of the wrap sealed them into one unit. They couldn’t move their heads or see anything beyond the grey blur of sticky tape.

“Mónica! What the hell?! Weren’t you going to untie me?!”

“What ever gave you that idea, honeybun?” she teased sweetly.

As if that weren’t enough, the wives wrapped another length of tape around their upper bodies—just below the shoulders—securing their bodies together

Finally, each woman went to the kitchen and returned dragging a dining chair, which they placed directly in front of their respective husband.

You can imagine what comes next.

The men, blindfolded and bound tightly back-to-back, couldn’t see what was coming—but the smell gave it away.

Each woman, now seated comfortably in front of her respective husband, casually raised her foot… and shoved it right back into his mouth.

Again.

The familiar, acrid taste slammed into their senses. By now, they were almost used to it—but that’s what made it worse.
The girls' laughter echoed around the room as their husbands tried in vain to protest.

Instinctively, and out of sheer disgust, both men tried to lean away from the foul soles being pushed against their tongues. But the problem was... being bound head-to-head, back-to-back meant that any movement only made it worse for the other.

At one point, Max, desperate to recoil from Mónica’s rancid feet, jerked backward. The motion pulled Matt’s head forward—right more into Karla’s foot.

“MMMMMPPPPPGGGGGG—!!”

“Ohohoho… what was that?” Karla teased, voice rising with delight. “So eager to taste my feet, babe?

Not to be outdone, Matt responded with equal force, jerking his head backward—sending Max forward and burying his mouth deep into Mónica’s foot.

The two men, made an unspoken pact to stay perfectly still. But that resolve didn’t always hold. Occasionally, their bodies would react on their own—muscle memory, flinching, the sheer discomfort—and the cycle would start again: one man recoiling, the other punished by it.

The women, of course, found all of it hilarious.

After several long minutes of humiliation, the women finally pulled their feet from their husbands’ mouths. The men gasped and coughed, grimacing in disgust as they tried to recover from the sour taste coating their tongues.

“What the hell? Babe, come on—Kelly’s had me tied up since like—” Matt began, only to be silenced by Karla’s hand firmly pressing over his lips.

“Shhh… don’t speak,” she whispered sweetly. “I know you’re eager. I am too… but I have one last little prank in mind.”

She slowly lifted her hand off his mouth and vanished from view—though neither of the men could see where she went, thanks to the tight duct tape blindfold pinning them together.

Max, tense, didn’t dare speak. He knew if he complained, Monica would simply redirect the same cruel game toward him. So he stayed silent.

Mónica looked at her husband—still bound back-to-back with Matt, totally immobilized and now quiet. The mere image of him that way made her chuckle. And it stirred a little excitement in her.

Karla returned moments later, her voice taking on that mockingly casual tone that always preceded trouble.

“Listen closely, Max… You’ve already met Kelly. Sweet girl, sporty, a little clumsy, yeah?”

She stepped closer.

“Well… she left behind a little gift here at the house—an old pair of her dirty gym socks. I think she forgot about them. And I thought… hmm…”

Her voice trailed as she moved in even closer to Max’s side.

“…someone is going to have the bad luck of being gagged with these bad boys. However… Matt’s already quite familiar with them, hehe…”

Matt flinched.

“You’ve got a choice, Max,” Karla continued, smirking. “You can take one for your buddy—be a good friend—and volunteer to be gagged with them…”

She let that hang in the air a moment, then added softly:

“Or… you can be a total bastard and leave the punishment to him.”

Behind the thick duct tape blindfold, both men’s eyes widened in panic.

“What the fuck?! Karla, no! You know I hate those so—” Matt began, his voice rising in fear.

But before he could finish, Mónica gracefully took her seat on the chair Karla had just vacated, lifted her foot, and pressed it firmly over Matt’s lips to silence him.

“Shhh… they’re not asking you, handsome,” she teased, amused at how easily her foot kept him quiet.

Matt tried to jerk away, but with his back tied to Max and no leverage, the soft sole of Mónica’s foot followed his every flinch, sealing over his mouth with persistent pressure.

“Well then… I’m listening, Max.”

The pressure of the decision crushed Max. He didn’t want to throw his friend under the bus—but he absolutely didn’t want those socks anywhere near his mouth.

Karla slowly stepped closer. “If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as a yes… that you’re volunteering.”

“No! Wait! Hold on! Is that really the only option?!”

“I’m afraid so…”

“MPMPHPPPM!?!!”

“Wait, no! What if… what if you gag each of us with just one sock? That way we can split the punishment!”

“Oh…” Karla paused, thinking. “I hadn’t considered that. Huh. That’s fair. Do you want to do that, Max?”

Max was about to agree—until Karla brought the filthy bundle close to his face and the stench hit him like a wall.

“NO! I’m sorry, Matt! Screw him! Let him take it!”

“MMMMPHGHH?!”

“Okay then… so be it,” Karla replied, tossing the foul bundle to Mónica.

With a smirk, Mónica finally lifted her foot from Matt’s face and stuffed the reeking gym socks deep into his mouth.

“NOOO—MPHMPHMM!!?”

Too late. The tape was already wrapping around his lips, locking the gag in place and forcing the stench to linger against his tongue.

“I’m sorry, man! Seriously! But I just couldn’t do it!” Max pleaded. But Matt wasn’t buying it—especially not while gagging on Kelly’s infamous gym socks.

“Well, Max… you did make your choice,” Karla said with a mischievous glint.

“…But we never said what would happen to the one who didn’t get Kelly’s socks.”

“…Wait, what—?”

Before he could finish, Max’s jaw was pried open, and something even worse was shoved inside. He tried to scream, but the gag was sealed shut by layers of tape wrapping around his cheeks.

“Conveniently, Kelly did stay over last week,” Karla explained cheerily. “And… well, she left a pair of panties behind too. I may have forgotten to do laundry… but hey, guess it worked out, huh?”

“MPPPGGGMM…!!” Max groaned into his gag, the rank taste hitting him like a brick wall.

“Mmmmmppppphhhh…” Matt echoed beside him, both men now helpless and gagged with their respective punishments, squirming and grumbling in pure frustration.

The wives couldn’t stop laughing.

Both men knew exactly how bad the gags were—but neither of them envied the other's fate. They twisted slightly against each other, bound tightly back-to-back, writhing in shared humiliation.

Matt, still reeling from the betrayal, found himself letting it go. Deep down, he knew—if the roles were reversed, and they had asked him to choose… he would’ve done exactly the same thing.

Part 8
by guardian741

For the next 20 minutes the men sat grumbling into their foul gags and endured the humiliation of being bound together while their wives mocked them.

“How are you enjoying your snacks, boys?” Karla asked with a bratty tone.

Both men glared at her - annoyed at her teasing question… she knew they were NOT enjoying their “snacks”.

Max groaned at the foul taste of Kelly’s panties. Not that panty-gags from Monica had ever been pleasant, but at least she was his wife and so, in a weird way, it was more “ok” to have her panties crammed into his mouth. But to have Kelly’s panties stuffed in his mouth - especially having just met her, and finding her to be a little annoying just make the humiliation that much worse.

Matt also groaned at the - unfortunately familiar - salty bitter taste of Kelly’s gym socks. He couldnt help but have the flashback to just a couple hours ago when Kelly’s pungent feet were rubbing up and down his face. Matt thought about the socks being pressed against those stinky feet for hours at the gym…. And now they’re in his mouth. Matt groaned again in disgusted frustration- irritated that Kelly is somehow torturing him when shes not even here.

Monica giggled at Max’s twisted-up face.
“Guess you wont complain about MY panties anymore, huh, babe?” She teased as she poked his taped mouth with her toe.

Max glared at her, chastising her through his gag, for pressing the panties further into his mouth.

Eventually Monica announced that it was probably time for them to go. The women untaped the men from each other and removed many of the bindings. As Karla went to cut the tape around Max’s wrists, Monica stopped her.

“MMMRGGPH!”

“I can finish the rest at home… after we have a little fun” Monica said, equally parts teasing and slightly embarrassed.

“No judgement here!” Karla laughed.
“Lets move him to your car then - probably should throw a blanket over him so it looks less suspicious.

Max was already protesting into his gag as the women unfolded a large blanket and threw it over his still-bound body.

“Put a sock in it… or i guess i should say “some sweaty panties in it!” Monica teased and then laughed at her own joke.

In a less-than-elegant manner, the two women managed to lift Max and carry him - under the cover of night - into Monica’s car. During the carry, Karla - holding Max’s legs - discreetly gave him a tickle under his knees, causing him to squirm and yelp into his gag.

Monica shushed him as she opened the car door.
“Sorry, i couldnt resist!” Karla whispered.

The women loaded Max into the backseat of her car - Max couldnt believe Monica was actually going to keep him tied for the 20 minute drive home!

Monica uncovered Max’s face from the blanket so he could breathe. She buckled the three seat belts over his body - his chest, his waist and his ankles - and tightened them, then pulled the seatbelts until they locked - keeping him secured to the seat.

“Safety first!” Monica teased.

It was clear that Monica lives out of her car; she started grabbing her discarded blouses, skirts, high heels, bras and strategically spread them over Max and the backseat. Monica explained that she has to make him “blend in” if anyone peaked into the window while they’re driving.

“Mmmrgph, MMM GMmmph!” Max complained, humiliated at having his wife’s dirty laundry piled on top of him.

Monica looked down at her protesting husband.

“And if you keep complaining, i’ll tape one of those high heels over your face! Is THAT how you want to spend the trip?”

Max quieted immediately. He knew from experience that Monica’s heels dont smell pleasant. His situation was bad enough.

“Thats what i thought” Monica said as she closed the car door.

Monica and Karla hugged and said goodbyes - getting their last few minutes of chatting in.

Monica grinned to herself, know her husband was probably getting annoyed with having no choice but to lay there and wait for her to return. Thats ok - she thought to herself - he can chew on those panties if he gets bored.

Eventually Monica returned to her car and pulled out of the driveway.

Karla returned to the living room and grinned as she saw her husband still bound, but moved about a foot from where she left him - he had tried to free himself.

Karlas planted her bare foot on his cheek, pressing his face into the carpet. Matt groaned as he got another whiff of her feet.

Karla smiled as she asked, “ready to go to the bedroom?”

40 minutes later the couple was in bed. Matt had high hopes for what “go to the bedroom” meant, but his hopes had been crushed when the last 30 minutes suggested that “go to the bedroom” meant “lay hogtied on the bed as Karla changed into pajamas and read in bed”.

Matt groaned into his still-unpleasant gag as Karla gently brushed her toes over his nose as she turned the page of her book.

“Mmmmmmm” Matt groaned on principal. Karla’s feet were still not-great smelling. He had squirmed and protested for the first 10 minutes, but as Karla ignored him and continued reading, he lost the will to struggle and accepted his fate, allowing her toes to rhythmically brush over his nose.

“There!” Karla announced as she slammed her book closed.
“Sorry sweetie… i wanted to make sure i finished that tonight”

“Grrmmmph”

“I just finished that book, the ending was CRAZY!”

“I know right!?! You never see it coming, but the whole book has been dropping hints about how the Duke has been…”

Matt rolled his eyes as he was forced to listen to the women gush about this trashy novel. Karla had gone from gently playing with his nose, to pressing her toes over his nose… so the foul breaths through her toes also contributed to his bad mood.

Soon the conversation topic changed.

“Oh, and Matt says thank you for the socks” Karla said with a grin.

“Oh!!! Is Matti there?!” Kelly asked excitedly.

“Sure is! Say hi, sweetie!” Karla said as she turned the phone towards Matt so that he and Kelly could see each other.

“YMMMP SMMMGH RGGM FMMMG GMMMH!”

“Ahahahaha” Kelly laughed at Matt’s clearly angry protests.

“Anything you want to say to Kelly, sweetie?” Karla said

Matt grumbled a series of insults and swear words into his sock gag, getting angrier at how big a smile Kelly got on her face as she laughed at his humiliation.

“Glad you like them!” Kelly teased,

“If those were from Monday, i had done 20 minutes on the treadmill, then 35 minutes on the stair-master, then… no wait, maybe it was 25 minutes on the Stair Master, then i went to the yoga class that afternoon…”

Matt groaned in disgust and annoyance as he was forced to listen to all the things Kelly had done to contribute to her socks tasting god-awful.

“… i’ll make sure to start leaving a pair there more often since you love them so much!” Kelly teased.

“NMMMGH!”

“That would be great,” Karla said, turning the phone back towards her.
“They seem to be a great punishment-gag when he’s being a pain….. or when i just want to watch him squirm” Karla added

The women laughed. Matt groaned as he thought of the prospect of getting gagged with Kelly’s socks most often. He couldnt tell if the women were just teasing or not… but he wouldnt put it past them to be serious.

After another few minutes the women hung up.

Karla reached over to her nightstand and pulled out her wand.

“I need to get a little warmed up” She teased as she opened her top and kicked off her pajama bottoms, revealing a matching lacy black bra and panties set.

Matt stopped squirming even as the pajama bottoms land on him, a pant leg dangling off the top of his head in his face. He didnt care, he was enjoying the sight in front of him.

Karla ignored him for a few minutes as she enjoyed the wand, rocking her head back and closing her eyes, her mouth involuntarily opening.

Matt squirmed in anticipation, wishing he could break out if his bounds and join in. The foul taste of Kelly’s socks, the only thing keeping him grounded as he grew aroused. Fricken Kelly.

Karla slumped down into the bed more as she teased herself. She extended her foot to Matt’s face, pressing against it for leverage as her pleasure built.

“Mmrrpgh, MMM!” Matt protested… partially at the unpleasant smell, but partially at being forced to be a spectator instead of a participant.

After a few minutes Karla relaxed after the passing of her first orgasm, letting her foot slowly slide down Matt’s face.

“MMMRGMH mmmm GGRGRHM”

Karla smiled sweetly as she crawled over to her husband, removed the tape and Kelly’s socks and tossed them aside.
“Yes?” Karla asked teasingly

“Untie me! Im so turned on! Give me my hands!” Matt demanded.

“shhh,” Karla hushed him as she pressed a finger to his mouth.

Karla began kissing his and his chest, smiling as his body jerked against the hogtie.

She moved her mouth to his and began passionately kissing him. She grabbed a mint from her nightstand.

“You taste salty”

“Gee, i wonder why! Was it cuz -mmmph”

Karlas pushed the mint into his mouth and clamped her hand over his mouth. She resumed kissing his neck, nibbling on his ears.

Matt tried to suck and dissolve the mint as quickly as he could, groaning involuntarily into Karla’s hand. Soon the mint was gone and Matt plead into Karla’s hand. She removed it and began kissing him again, her tongue aggressively exploring his mouth.

After several minutes she rolled Matt over and untied the rope connecting his arms to his legs, freeing him from the hogtie, but leaving his arms and legs bound. She rolled him back over and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his pants and boxers.

She laid down opposite of him and grabbed his member and started stroking. Matt didnt mind still being tied as he enjoyed the sensation. After a few seconds with his eyes closed, he felt an intrusion into his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw that 3 of Karlas toes wiggled in his mouth.

She looked at him briefly while still gripping him.
“Suck”

Matt - eager to keep his pleasure going - complied without protest. He sucked on the toes that wiggled in his mouth. The bitter/salty taste no longer bothering him like it did earlier. After another couple of minutes, he finished and Karla let go of him and removed her toes from his mouth.

“That was great” Matt said out of breath.

“I know” Karlas teased. “Im not done with you though.”

She grabbed some tape from her bedside table and slapped a piece over his mouth.

“Mmmph?”

“Dont need you distracting me”

Karla rolled Matt flat onto his back and mounted him, straddling his chest. She pressed the wand to her and began pulsing into him.

Matt - recovering quickly - became aroused as he watched the show. Eventually Karla moved up and partially sat on his face. Matt’s chin and taped mouth pressed against the moist black panties and Karla took her time grinding against his mouth.

Matt - recovering quickly - became aroused as he watched the show. Eventually Karla moved up and partially sat on his face. Matt’s chin and taped mouth pressed against the moist black panties and Karla took her time grinding against his mouth.

“MMMMMM” Matt groaned, cursing the tape over his mouth.

After several more minutes, Karla achieved another orgasm and slid off his face. She turned her attention to his member and gave it a single stroke.

“Would you like that in my mouth?” Karla asked teasingly

“MMMPGH MMM!” Matt shook his head aggressively “yes”.

“Hmmm…” Karla teased as she reached over and grabbed something from the nightstand.

Matt’s eyes widened in both excitement and fear as she held the pair of dice in his face.

“Evens, i’ll give you your blowjob”
Matt shifted in anticipation.

“Odds, i shove these panties in your mouth and you can try to get yourself free.”

Matt’s eyes widened but he watched eagerly as she rolled.

8.
Matt smiled under his gag, and Karla did too. She gave him a few more strokes.

“Well arent you a lucky boy” she teased.

Matt grinned.

“But also maybe unlucky, because im feeling a bit frisky” Karla said devilishly as she changed one of the dice so the new total was 7.

Matt protested into the tape as Karla peeled off her panties and balled them up. She peeled back his tape gag.

“Open wide!” Karla said cheerfully.

She quickly stuffed her moist panties into Matt’s protesting mouth as she smoothed the tape back over his mouth.

“BLLEEMMMMH! MMGGHMGGG” Matt protesting as the strong taste flooded his mouth. The taste was thick with Karla’s arousal and Matt was annoyed at being gagged with something unpleasant for the millionth time today.

“Taste good, baby?” Karla asked mockingly as she patted his cheeks.

“MMRRRGGHPH!”

Karla smirked to herself, knowing Matt wasnt enjoying the taste.
“If i have to have something gross in my mouth, then so should he!” She justified to herself.

Karla then took Matt into her mouth and began giving him his reward.

Matt’s furiousness over his foul gag quickly subsided as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure.
“Mmmmmmmm” he groaned.

After several minutes, Matt had finished and was now completely drained, breathing heavily and groaning into his gag.

Karla came back up to his level and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Love you, sweetie”

Karla then turned off the light and cuddled up to Matt, quickly falling to sleep.

Matt attempted to struggle and protest - not wanting to spend all night with the panties in his mouth. But he was already spent and had no energy left, so he accepted his fate. Disgusting tasting panties all night it is.

Matt let himself drift off to sleep - his last thoughts being of the… unique relationship he had with his wife, but he wouldnt trade it for the world. A part of him enjoyed being her captive, at least for a little while.

….she was going to untie him in the morning, right?

Part 9
by Bounhisattva90

The ride home was as boring as it was uncomfortable. Max remained bound, wrapped in a blanket and held firmly in place by three seatbelts over his body. His white noise was Mónica’s constant teasing and giggles, paired with whatever music she had playing—singing along every now and then.

Max had managed to shake off some of the clothes and random items that had been piled on him earlier, while others had slipped off over time and with the car’s movement. Mónica didn’t make a scene about it; she simply glanced back at him now and then through the rearview mirror, making sure he wasn’t planning anything stupid.

He behaved the rest of the trip. The duct tape, the blanket, and the seatbelts kept him locked down well enough—and besides, he wasn’t about to challenge his wife during these rare moments of "peace".
"At least her feet are busy driving and not anywhere near my face", he thought. He had no interest in ending up with one of her heels tied to his nose for disobedience.

The gag, however, was still bothering him. The panties tastes gross.

Eventually, they arrived home. Not wanting to drag him discreetly across the street, Mónica simply opened the garage and pulled the SUV inside. Max’s car was still at Matt’s, so she had just enough room to squeeze in.

“We’re home, hubby” she said casually as she got out, closing the garage door behind her.

She opened the back door and began undoing him. First, she peeled away the tape from his ankles and unbuckled the lower seatbelt. Then she climbed in slightly and removed the second belt—the one across his waist.

For the third and final belt, she took her time.

Straddling Max where he lay, she looked down at him, amused. Her fingers traced lightly over his face as she played with his features, clearly enjoying the view of her tired, gagged husband beneath her.

“Heh… this brings back memories,” Mónica said with a nostalgic face “The good old days… when we used to do it in the back seat,” she added with a sly smile.

Max blushed. So did she.

She stroked his cheek gently, almost giving him hope that she might remove the gag. But instead, after a few quiet seconds, she simply unbuckled the final seatbelt and climbed out of the car.

“Well? You coming out or do you want to sleep in here?”

Max felt a surge of disappointment. So much for that fleeting bit of tenderness. He was still bound. Still gagged with Kelly’s panties, but his body was sore from lying down on the backseat, so he complied.

With some effort and Mónica’s “help,” Max managed to sit up and climb out of the car.
As soon as he stood, Monica yanked the blanket off him and tossed it into the car.

Before he could even process it, he felt her firm grip take hold of his upper arm from behind, pushing him forward.

“Let’s go,” she ordered, guiding him like a prisoner as she “escorted” him toward their bedroom.

He grunted in frustration as she marched him through the hallway, all the way to their bedroom. Once inside, Mónica gave him a gentle push and sent him tumbling onto the bed.

Max began squirming against the tape still binding his wrists as he tried to reposition himself on the bed. He froze when he saw Mónica standing in front of him, slowly beginning to undress.

She kicked off her shoes first, then pulled off her blouse revealing a lacy white bra that framed her chest beautifully.
Max's eyes were glued to her, admiring every inch. She smirked to herself and decided to tease him with a little strip show.

Slipping out of her pants in a deliberately slow and mocking way, she revealed matching white panties.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked playfully.

Max nodded.

“I didn’t wear anything special today, you know…” she added with a smirk, tossing her pants into the hamper and playfully throwing her blouse over his face, blocking his curious gaze.

Mónica walked over to the bed in her underwear, while Max tried to shake the blouse off his face.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one getting undressed!”

With a mischievous grin, she knelt beside him and slipped off his shoes. Then she lay down behind him and she snaked her arms around him and slowly, playfully undid his belt.

Once he finally freed himself from the blouse and turned his head, Mónica met his gaze with a playful look of conspiracy. She slid the belt off and, with a single tug, pulled down his jeans, leaving Max in nothing but his boxers and his T shirt.

Giggling, she got up and walked to the nightstand. When she returned, she held a pair of zip ties in her hands.

Without wasting time, she brought his legs together and secured his ankles.

“Mmmph!” Max grunted into his gag, clearly frustrated as yet another restraint was added to his body.

“Oh, sorry love,” Mónica teased, “I’m just not in the mood to mess with knots or tape tonight.”

Max rolled his eyes. She knew full well the issue wasn’t how he was being tied—it was the fact that he was being tied.

Mónica continued her work, adding more zip ties around his knees and thighs, then moving to his arms — binding him at the elbows and wrists.

She even removed the old, now loose tape that had bound his wrists for hours, replacing it with a fresh zip tie restraint.

Just to push his buttons a little more, she bound his thumbs together with an extra zip tie.
Max groaned in protest at the unnecessary level of restriction, writhing helplessly in his bonds.

Mónica positioned herself in front of him and peeled the strip of tape off his lips, allowing him to spit out the foul, soaked panties.

“Oh? I totally forgot those were still in there, haha,” she teased with mock surprise.

“What the hell, Mónica!? Those were disgusting!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away? Haha. Karla told me how she messes with Matty using Kelly’s socks and panties, so... I kind of wanted to try it?”

“I can’t believe you let her gag me with those!”

“Hey, I said I’m sorry. And besides, if you had been a good friend and taken the punishment in Matty’s place, he would’ve been the one sucking on her underwear instead of you.”

Mónica glanced down at the damp, saliva-soaked fabric lying on the bed. Even she winced at the sight of them.

Grimacing, she grabbed a nearby disposable bag, turned it inside out around her hand like a glove, and carefully picked up the panties as if handling some kind of toxic waste.

She headed to the adjacent bathroom and tossed them into the trash bin.
“Bye-bye… Sorry, Kelly, you’re never seeing these again.”

As she walked back, an idea formed in her head. Max wasn’t even trying to escape anymore—he was clearly exhausted.

She returned with his toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and a bottle of mouthwash.

“What the hell are you planning now?” Max groaned.

“You don’t seriously think I’m going to get all touchy-feely with you when you’ve had another woman’s panties in your mouth, do you?”

Max scowled. He hated how she said it like it had been his idea.

Mónica sat him up on the edge of the bed. She applied a generous amount of toothpaste to the brush and brought it to his lips. Max hesitated—being treated like a misbehaving child was humiliating. Still, the lingering taste in his mouth, mixed with the faint hope that she’d finally get affectionate with him, made him relent.

He opened his mouth. Mónica began brushing his teeth.

The moment was more humiliating than erotic, but there was tension in the air—her body close to his, still in her underwear, was starting to stir something in him despite the circumstances.

Once done, she handed him a cup filled with mouthwash.
“Gargle properly,” she ordered firmly.

Max swirled it in his mouth for several long seconds before Mónica held out another cup. He spit the contents into it, and she carried everything back into the bathroom.

“You know… I owe you an apology. Actually, three,” Mónica said as she returned to her husband, grabbing a roll of duct tape from a nearby chest.

“The first one is for letting you down today. Work really had me tied up—completely overwhelming. I’m sorry…”

She straddled him, sitting on his lap face-to-face. Before Max could respond, she casually tore off a strip of duct tape and pressed it over his lips again. He tried to resist, turning his head, but the zip ties and her proximity gave him no chance.

“The good news is…” she continued, completely unfazed by his muffled complaints, “we finally reached an agreement. I won’t bore you with all the paperwork and red tape, but basically the stressful part is over. Now it’s just a waiting game—approvals, signatures, blah blah… boring stuff, but the important part is: I’ve got a few days off"

She leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she bit her lower lip.

“Enough time to do everything we had planned… and maybe enjoy some time alone at home, too?”

She let that hang in the air with a playful smile.

“My second apology…” she leaned in closer, brushing his cheek affectionately, “is for using you as my footrest and stress relief today. Karla and I may have gone a bit overboard, haha. But… it really helped me unwind! You should be proud—you did improve my mood,” she added with a soft kiss to his cheek.

“And the third… is for what I’m about to do.”

Without warning, Mónica stood and gave him a firm push, sending him back down onto the bed. She climbed up with him, now standing tall on the mattress. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she placed her bare foot right on his face—pressing down gently but firmly.

Max groaned beneath the duct tape, already done with feet for the day. While the scent wasn’t as overpowering as earlier, the brief car ride home—during which Mónica had slipped her shoes back on—had reignited enough of the smell to make him uncomfortable again.

She began rubbing her foot slowly across his face, enjoying the sensation, smiling to herself. And just as he thought it was over, she lifted her other foot and gave him a more of the same treatment—rubbing more insistently, teasingly.

Mónica finally lifted her foot from his face and grabbed Max by the shoulders, pulling him fully onto the bed until he was lying on his side. She slid in beside him.

Her feet found his face again, playfully pressed both of her feet gently against his face, playfully nudging his cheeks, brushing his nose, letting her toes wander along his features.

“Stay still and sniff” she murmured with a commanding tone. “I’ll be a little busy down here… and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t move an inch.”
Max froze.

Mónica reached down and slid off his boxers. Her hands wasted no time exploring his dick, her touch slow and confident. Despite all the teasing, the sensory overload, the domination—Max couldn’t help but react. It wasn’t long before his breath hitched and his body tensed with arousal.

Once she had him exactly where she wanted, her lips joined in. Max trembled, his body tense against the restraints as pleasure overtook him. He groaned behind the tape, hips twitching slightly despite his efforts to obey.

After some time, Max reached climax—but Mónica wasn’t satisfied.

“Oh, come on,” she teased with a wicked grin. “You’re not tapping out already, are you?”

She shifted again, kneeling in front of him. She unclasped her bra and let it fall, revealing her perfectly shaped medium-sized breasts, her nipples already hard. Then she laid back, arching her body so that her hips and thighs moved toward his face.

Her panties were already damp as she began to gently, slowly grind against his face, smirking at his helpless sounds. She made no effort to hide how much she enjoyed this.

Max let out a muffled groan as the soft, warm fabric rubbed against him. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable. His body reacted almost instantly, his sausage stirring back to life

Noticing the effect, Mónica smiled to herself, climbed off, and slid the damp underwear down her legs.

Then, she leaned over and peeled the tape from his lips, locking eyes with him.

“Say it,” Mónica commanded, her voice trembling between soft moans. “Say you want your wife’s panties in your mouth and no one else’s.”

“What?!” Max blinked, still breathless, caught off guard.

“Say you want my panties in your mouth,” she repeated, her tone firmer now. She placed her index finger under his chin, the sharp edge of her nail pressing just enough to tilt his head back until his eyes met hers.

“Agh… I want your panties in my mouth,” Max finally whispered, defeated by lust.

“Good boy,” Mónica purred.

She gathered the soaked fabric in her hand, then pried his mouth open and pushed the damp, sticky garment inside and put the tape again.
Max immediately tasted her and groaned low, humiliated and aroused all at once.

Without pause, Mónica rose and positioned herself over him, her thighs straddling his hips. In one slow, fluid motion, she welcomed him inside her.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as her hips began to roll slowly, deliciously.

Max groaned behind the gag helpless and bound, yet completely at her mercy—and loving every second.

...

Minutes later, they were both brought over the edge. Mónica collapsed beside him, breathless and glowing

“Not bad, handsome…” she whispered with a lazy smile.

“Gmmphn…” came Max’s weak reply.

“You’ll spend the night just like this,” she murmured, her fingers tracing his cheek.
“Maybe after tasting me all night long, you’ll forget the flavor of anyone else. You’ll remember exactly who you belong to.”

“Mmphm?!” Max groaned again, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Sssh,” Mónica said, gently pressing a finger to his lips, still sealed beneath the tape. She gave him a soft kiss on top. “Time for sleep.”

With a tap on her phone, the lights went out. She snuggled up against him, wrapping her arms around his restrained body.

“Goodnight, honeybuns,” she whispered playfully.

Curling up beside him, Mónica wrapped her arms around his bound body. Max, overwhelmed by exhaustion and the soft weight and heat of his wife against him, gave in completely—murmuring against the taste in his mouth, his mind spiraling somewhere between surrender and satisfaction.

[milagros317]

A masterpiece!

[LunaDog]

The two of you work together extremely well. Thoroughly enjoyed this.

[tillytimber123]

Damn, this was good. Been a long-time big fan of guardian741 and loved the stories that you've done so far; this collab was basically guaranteed to be a banger to read

[mikejones12989]

Great collaboration!

[Whatever5146]

Great story! Who do you think had a worse go of it, Matt or max?

Several great ladies in there. Are there any bondage models that remind you of Karla, Kelly, Monica, of their characteristics?

Thanks for sharing

[Boundhisattva90]

Thanks a lot for the warm reception, I’m glad you all enjoyed it.

@Whatever5146
Who had it worse? What are you talking about? I just see two husbands having a great evening with their wives… Though maybe Matt suffered the most—he spent more time tied up and tortured by the girls.

I don’t really have any specific models in mind that remind me of the girls, but here are the physical descriptions:

Karla is a 5'7'' woman with green eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair, a pretty face, a nice-looking body, and killer legs and butt.

Kelly, on the other hand, is also blonde but a bit chubbier and shorter compared to her sister.

Mónica is a tall, slender yet curvy woman, with long legs and straight black hair cut in a bob.